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The soft haze of noise envelops me,

Carresses my mind, sooths my spirit,

Blocks my ears, quels my emotions

Blinds my senses making me a small thing, safe and secure in the nub of my heart that soars with joy and loving -

A tiny person cocooned in an abysess of pure energy

The ecasty flows through my viens

Billowing like a sail in the wind

Through my mouth, my very eyes

That takes my world to other limits.

Addicted

Addicted to the unadultered pleasure

The essence of life since dawn itself

The beauty and magnificance of it

Lulling, relaxing, stimulating yet reasurring

All from one small object

that provides my pleasure

That makes my world spin

The two tiny rounds that give me access to a whole other world.

I cannot live without it, I cannot surrvive without my discman-

The headphones the very essence of my life

Tying me to reality

It's a bad poem but a different kind of love poem!

Most of the time I feel confused and never know what is going on, how to feel or what to do - I never know how to react or understand people  - Here's anothee poem (maybe I should call it my poem page?)

I never understand

I can't do it

Don't know how I can chose

If I even want to choose

The emotions come and go

I know I should just go with the flow

But when they are there - biting at me, I feel guilty, I don't want the gut wretching pain.

But when they're gone I ache to feel

I want to make it on my own

Worth a thousand thems

But I'm a mixed up being

Wanting things I can't have

Not wanting things I have

Clasping at straws - anyone will do

But knowing deep down that I have to wait

I don't want to but I have to

The agnoy is an exageration

But it can be real

My whole life can work

I just need to make that one step for man.

Volia another rubbish poem!